• Her eyes are stars of the night sky,
    Her smile, the Crescent Moon,
    but her heart, my oh my,
    Her heart shines brighter than the Sun at noon,
    From that shining heart,
    Flows a never-ending river of kindness,
    to who that river flows of any part,
    Be thankful of her fairness,
    Be greatful for her heart
    For you shall miss it,
    When from us, she doth part